The Eternal Duty
Holy crap, I can't believe I'm actually writing a fic on Minesweeper. Well, enjoy!
PS. I don't own Minesweeper.
You think this is all just a game. Do you believe this is just for your amusement?
Nothing else matters to me. All I see is a cold, steel grid everyday, almost as if it was expecting me to wade through its depths. It doesn't matter what size, shape, or form the grid is. It's a life and death struggle every time I take a step out there. Do you see the lines of weariness below my eyes, hidden behind that false mask of a smile? That's many years of suspense for you. Years of pulse-pounding efforts to rid the field of these spiked abominations. Many times have I risked my life neutralizing these things. And I have nothing to show for it.
You click, and I gasp in horror, watching the little colored numbers dance around the field. That one move could have been the end of me. The end of you. The end of everything I've built up to this day. You don't know what I go through here. It's just me and the Enemy, trapped forever in a sterile grey Hell. For you it's just nerve-racking fun, with sweat trickling down your hand as the last flag is solemnly placed upon a seemingly innocent patch of land. You glance with satisfaction at the top, a fat red number showing how well you did. Then we start all over again, day in and day out. Do I care? No. Can I resist in any way? No.
I have no past, no future. I have no hatred, nor humility. All I have is my duty. It's my job, and it's what keeps me alive.
Who am I?
I am the Minesweeper.